The Grave

"The Grave"

The graveyard seems a solemn place, to those whom heard their final call.

And we whom sit on earthly face, grieve the loss of void and long.

If we could see thorough celestial eyes, we would see the grandest halls.

And those who passed through waters deep, now sit upon the banks so sweet.

They sit and talk to those of yore, those we often heard in lore.

Upon their face they shine with sun, lighted by the only one.

He who gives them life beyond, he who from the grave arose.

He who was the first of dead, and he who lives forever more.

Oh, we grieve for the loss, yet peace within is finally caught.

As we reflect upon the word, and heart now pressed seems to hear.

That journeys path must end down here, to walk on streets of gold.

@ D. Bradley